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When the bell in the classroom ended the brief silence, the students seemed to be led by the clock's hands, dragging their heavy steps into the classroom. Kevin walked into the classroom, glanced at the enthusiastic or indifferent faces of his classmates, and felt even more gloomy. He walked to the back row, rolled his eyes extremely disdainfully, as if he was tired of the whole universe, and then slowly sat down.
His arms were casually placed on the table, and his head was buried in between, giving the impression of being completely detached from this world, becoming a cold and indifferent bystander. The teacher's voice in front sounded like a series of hollow symbols, overlapping in his ears, but unable to reach his soul.
"This so-called education system is nothing but a bottomless pit," Kevin sneered in his heart, "filled with meaningless rules and information, indiscriminately instilled in us, a group of seemingly young but already jaded individuals." He sighed deeply, choosing to redirect more of his attention to what he deemed worthy—the eternal pursuit of his ideals and truths.
Mary sat in an inconspicuous corner of the classroom, occasionally sneaking out her smartphone filled with her fleeting moments of happiness. Whenever the teacher turned to write on the board or ask other students questions, she quickly slid across the screen of her phone, engaging in seemingly passionate but actually superficial conversations with different boys.
"Such unchanging and uneventful days are suffocating," Mary thought to herself. "If this is reality, I would rather immerse myself in the vibrant and colorful world of the virtual reality, at least there I can feel genuine excitement and happiness." Absentmindedly, she projected this feeling onto the next unfamiliar face that appeared on the social networking app.
In the front row, Alan presented a different scene. He tightly held a heavy professional book, his gaze focused to an almost frightening degree. His complete concentration was like a closed tower, refusing any external interference or judgment to enter.
"You can tell just by looking at him that he's a pretentious guy," muttered a classmate sitting behind him.
"I can't stand it, he's the type of person who likes to make himself seem so impressive," another classmate chimed in.
However, Alan seems to be completely indifferent to these taunts and discussions, or more accurately, he intentionally chooses to exclude them from his own world. In his view, knowledge and achievement are the only ways he connects with the world, and he is willing to endure being the target of public criticism for it.
Kevin clearly isn't interested in the teacher's words on the podium and decides to find something else to pass the time. He takes out a pencil and a piece of white paper and starts drawing. His hand moves quickly on the paper, as if driven by some inner force.
The teacher on the platform is a middle-aged man, ordinary in appearance, with nothing particularly remarkable about him. But in Kevin's hands, this teacher has undergone a dramatic transformation. His hair gradually disappears, leaving only a smooth bald head; his nose becomes unusually large, almost occupying half of his entire face; and his expression becomes lewd, with the corners of his mouth turning up into an unsettling smile.
Kevin glanced at his artwork, filled with a kind of evil pleasure. He felt that even though this teacher might be insignificant in real life, in his hands, he became a subject worthy of ridicule and mockery.
"Is this your true self, isn't it?" Kevin thought to himself, his lips curling slightly as if in response to the expression of the character he was writing about.
Kevin's work caught the attention of some classmates sitting behind him. They leaned over to sneak a peek, and soon a burst of giggles and whispers filled the air. The teacher seemed to notice the change in the classroom atmosphere, but he didn't take any action, continuing to focus on explaining the topics he deemed important.
Kevin felt the laughter behind him and the subtle change in the classroom atmosphere, which made him even more certain that his actions were successful. But he felt that it wasn't enough, he wanted to create a bigger sensation and make more people see his creation.
Carefully, he took out his phone, chose the best angle, and then took a picture of his artwork and the teacher at the podium. He opened his social media account, uploaded the photo, and added a caption with a mocking tone: "Reality or ideal, which one do you choose?"
The photo quickly received a response, with some classmates and netizens leaving comments and likes, and even some people sharing it on other social platforms. Kevin felt a growing sense of pride and satisfaction in his heart, feeling that he had finally found some value and recognition in this boring real world.
At that moment, the teacher at the podium suddenly stopped his lecture, as if he had finally noticed something unusual in the classroom. He began to look around, his eyes gradually stopping on Kevin.
"Kevin, what are you doing?" The teacher's voice was filled with displeasure and authority.
Kevin was startled, but he quickly regained his composure. He slowly put his phone back into his pocket and then looked at the teacher, flashing a confident and provocative smile.
"I'm creating, teacher. Isn't this also a form of learning, right?"
The teacher squinted his eyes into a line, seemingly evaluating Kevin's true intentions and underlying motives.
"Creation?" The teacher repeated coldly, "The purpose of learning is to improve oneself and enhance knowledge, not to create disturbances and seek attention in the classroom."
Kevin listened and smiled inwardly. He looked at the teacher and then said in a somewhat mocking tone, "Oh, teacher, do you really think this class or this school can help us improve ourselves and enhance knowledge? We are just forced to learn a bunch of useless things, ultimately just to get a diploma that society will recognize, aren't we?"
The atmosphere in the classroom instantly became more tense, and other classmates began to listen carefully to the impending debate. The teacher glared at Kevin as if scrutinizing a rule-breaking enemy.
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